you, for you know your child. But it seems to me a case for tremendous caution."
"Oh, trust me for that!" said Mrs. Knocker. "We shall be very kind to him," she smiled, as her visitor got up.
"He'll appreciate that. But it's too nice of you to leave it so."
Mrs. Knocker gave a hopeful shrug. "He has only to be civil to Blake!"
"Ah, he isn't a brute!" Lady Greyswood exclaimed, caressing her.
After this she passed a month of no little anxiety. She asked her son no question, and for two or three weeks he offered her no other information than to say two or three times that Miss Knocker really could ride; but she learned from her old friend everything she wanted to know. Immediately after the conference of the two ladies Maurice, in the Row, had taken an opportunity of making up to the girl. She rode every day with her father, and Maurice rode, though possessed of nothing in life to put a leg across; and he had been so well received that this proved the beginning of a custom. He had a canter with the young
